The Great Library of Palanthas

Astinus' Office

Dominating the center of this room is a massive birch desk. Legend claims this desk has supported the thousands of volumes of history Astinus has recorded. A large pot of ink, a container of sharpened quills, and a candelabra complete the desks decorations. Small windows line the room, allowing light to trickle in and gently illuminate the entire room. A comfortable couch rests against the west wall. Tapestries hang on the walls between the windows. Shelves line the walls, filled with tomes of the more recent records of heroes and villians upon the face of Krynn.

The librarian notices you aren't reading anything... Astinus hands a leather bound tome to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Raphael' scribed in light maroon ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Raphael's book..


Author: Raphael Date: Fri Apr 2 01:39:08 2010 Subject A sons Betreyal. A young, handsome man walks through the streets of Palanthas. Every once and again he slices someones coin purse and retrieves the coins from inside. He strides down the road toward his families manor. He wore a lose sleeveless shirt and tight leather pants. A rapier hung off his left hip and he had various daggers on him. He was supposed to be at school his father put him in but the streets were more fun. He walks into the gate of his families estate and starts up to the steps. The doors burst open and an older muscled man, a few years older than Raphael came charging out of the door. "Raphael! You went too far!" He yells as he draws his broad bladed sword and swings at Raphael, who easily jumps back out of the way, his rapier whistling out if its sheath. "Why whatever are you talking about Brother dearest?" He says with a grin and flourishes his rapier. "You know damn well what I mean Raphael. You made a fool of me for the last time!" Marcus yells as he charges again, swinging his sword at Raphael again. Who easily dodges the blade and dances away from Marcus, leaving a light cut on the big mans arm. Marcus bellows again and charges. Raphael spins past Marcus and in the same motion draws a dagger. He stabs Marcus in the side as he charges past him and watches as he falls to his knees, holding his side. "You should of known you are no match for me, Brother Dearest. You are fat, stupid and quite ugly. Good bye." He says as he grabs a handful of his brothers hair and lifts his chin up, placing the edge of his rapier against his brothers neck. Two guards come crashing out of the door way, followed by an old man, walking with a cane. The guards rush down the stairs and Raphael grins before quickly jerking the rapier across his brothers neck and jumping back. For being so young, Raphael was quite good with his Rapier. He was fast and light on his feet, easily dancing around the guards, inflecting small wounds on them before finally finishing them. Sighing disdainfully, he crosses his hands behind his back, his rapier dripping blood as he walked toward the old man. "Well, Father?" The old man shakes his head. "You are a disgrace Raphael. Get out of my sight." He says, glaring at his son. Raphael frowns with mock regret, then his rapier flashes through the air and blood erupts from his fathers neck. "Have a care, Ol Chap. You seem to be bleeding." He says cheerfully as he pushes the old man down the stairs and walks into the house. Within minutes the City Guard march into the house. One of the windows on the second floor burst open and Raphael comes flying out of it into a tree. He deftly moves through the tree and leaps into the roof of a near by house, all the while laughing gaily. He stands on the roof of the house for a moment and then turns into the shadows, where he would be accepted.

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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 823 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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